The Girl Who Lived To Tell: A Chilling Psychological Thriller by Ditter Kellen

Author:Ditter Kellen [Kellen, Ditter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DK Media
Published: 2020-03-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Sandy lay beneath Joan, unmoving and unfeeling. She had gone past the point of no return by giving herself completely to the monster lying on top of her.

Joan had forced her to do things before, but Sandy hadn’t needed to be ordered or coaxed this time. No, she’d touched, caressed, and convinced the monster of her growing attraction to her. Or so, she prayed.

Joan lifted her head but remained on top of Sandy’s body. “As good as that felt to me, do you really expect me to believe you felt it too?”

For once, Sandy was grateful for the blindfold that hid the disgust she knew swam in her eyes.

Instead of responding, she reached up, took hold of the fiend’s hand, and guided it between their bodies. “You tell me.”

It took everything Sandy had not to tighten up with the feel of Joan’s fingers touching her.

The fingers were suddenly gone as was Joan’s weight.

A rustling sound could be heard coming from the side of the bed, and then Sandy’s blindfold was removed.

Joan stood there naked, wearing nothing but that horrid mask. She leaned in and unlocked Sandy’s wrist. “You can take a shower now. If you disappoint me, I’ll return you to the basement with Reba, where you can watch her suffer.”

Sandy kept her expression as passive as possible while crawling to the edge of the mattress. “How come you hate Reba so much?”

Joan’s head twitched. Wearing that mask, the sudden tic made her appear even more horrific. “What do you know about Reba?”

Suddenly terrified once more, Sandy’s mind scrambled around to think of a response. “Nothing more than the fact that she’s trash.”

The crack of Joan’s palm across Sandy’s face sent her toppling over backward. The sting of that blow brought tears to Sandy’s eyes.

Joan was instantly on top of her, a knife to her throat. “I better not ever hear you speak of her in such a way again! Ever!”

Sandy was about to die. She knew it as surely as she knew the eyes staring down at her through the mask holes belonged to someone manic and unreachable.

But she had to try. “I’m sorry, Joan! It was jealousy that made me say that. I shouldn’t have said it. I-I had no right. Please don’t be angry with me. Not after the beautiful time we just shared together.”

The maniac didn’t move for several heartbeats, that knife still pressed to Sandy’s throat. And then, the blade lifted slightly. “You don’t need to be jealous. Especially of her. Now, go shower.”

And just like that, Joan pushed to her feet and left the room, leaving Sandy to wonder what had just happened.

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